DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

The man would follow her trail without question, without command. His long limbs fell heavily on the snow beneath him for the substance was compact and hard against the rocky ground beneath it. Each step would be followed by an echo of the force, the sound reminiscent of machinery. The cold was especially bitter here where even weeds struggled to root themselves among the black rock. The man found himself wondering what lives had willingly intertwined themselves among the lifeless stone. He would be a bit late to the delicate dance Medusa had seduced Newt into. As always he was aware but untold of the seductress' intentions yet it was a blameless pattern they had fallen into. The serpent had little need to inform the man when his sixth sense informed him well enough. She had indeed picked up on this cognitive link between them and learned to use it to any advantage.



Tortuga would fathom it's self before him in the form of crowded bodies and violence. The serpent's hiss would cut through the air. The muffled sound of colliding bodies would follow. He would seat himself within the scene yet outside of crowd, taking a moment to survey those that accompanied him before settling his gaze upon Medusa with the same analytical expression he had used when she dominated Canttina. He had nothing to say to the other observers thus he said nothing. He had learned from his daughter that silence was a rather significant tool and in this moment it was his. His only acknowledgement would be directed at Stheno. A curt dip of the crown for the wolverine when their eyes met one another.